Patiently waiting, biding my time.
Moving forward, looking back.
Glancing, shimmering glimmers of hope.
In your eyes, salty tears.
In my heart, sorrow is twisting.
Torn apart, ripped to pieces.
SHREDDED.
What lies ahead, no one quite knows.
Uncertainty lingers beneathe our feet.
Quietly trudging forward, hiding, hands wringing, trembling.
Keeping the cloaked huntsman and his dagger at bay.
Box lies waiting for not one heart; but two.
AJAR.
Compassion shows us the way forwards.
Prayers are cast in the form of hope, that this heartache will pass.
Baby steps, one foot in front of the other.
We move, slowly and steadily.
Faithfully, towards the truth.
Memories of the past, we graciously hold on to.
HOPE.
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